Chapter 64

Noah

Several weeks later

Sick leave rocked when you got to spend the day in bed with the woman you loved. Knox and Charlie had been cleared to go back to work a week or so ago, giving me some primo Millie time. I woke up, still feeling pretty tired most days. Healing was going to take some time, the doctor’s said, and so Millie had given notice at the fire station.

Brent had protested, but when she told him that she intended to look after me, those complaints died away. So, just like almost every morning, I woke up to the feel of my girl’s body pressed into mine. That feeling, that knowledge that she was mine, would always be mine, it helped push away any pain I might be feeling. Well, that and the drugs they had me pumped full of. I opened my eyes and rolled over as far as I could without disturbing her, just to watch her sleep.

I never got to do so for long. Some sixth sense came online and her eyes were opening and gazing into mine.

I’d never get used to that, to being able to stare at her openly. I smiled as I watched her eyes start to focus, loving the way her focus sharpened, then softened, as she took me in.

“Are you hurting?” She was moving without thought, looking me over, and that had my arm going around her shoulders, dragging her right back to where she was.

“Not when you’re touching me.” I shot her a smile. “Better stay right where you are so I stay like that. You’re all the pain relief I need.”

“That’s not what your doctor said.”

I sighed as she rolled out of bed and grabbed the medication and a bottle of water sitting on the bedside table.

“Regular pain relief keeps it?—”

“From getting too intense,” I finished for her. There were no more words to have as she put the pills to my lips, then handed me the water to wash them down.

I didn’t need her to do this. I’d hurt my ribs, my back, but I could still move well enough to get my own meds. Couldn’t seem to bring myself to hate this, though. My arm went around her waist, hauling her in closer.

“So what should we watch today?” she asked, turning on the TV that Knox had set up in the bedroom for me. “More RuPaul’s Drag Race ? You’ve nearly caught up to the most recent season.”

“Not what I had in mind.”

My hand spidered down her bare back, tracing the shapes of her vertebrae as it moved lower.

“A movie?” Millie suggested, but I heard the hitch in her voice. She tried to smother it, but I didn’t want her to. My fingers found the small hollow at the base of her spine, knowing it drove her nuts being stroked there. I traced small circles, each one getting tighter than the other.

“Not that either.”

“So what?”

She turned towards me, breasts swinging in the air above my face and that was all I could think of. I knew each swell, each curve, committing them to memory. My hands moved and she went to pull away, but I was too fast. I was getting stronger, something she seemed to question, right up until now.

“Oh…” Just a little sigh, it was forced out of her as my fingers traced those twin slopes, loving her softness, the way her body was changing, as if it needed to swell bigger into my hands as my cock did the same. “Noah…”

“You keep saying my name like that.” I smiled. “Just like that, and you’ll find you can have anything you want.”

I teased those little nipples, loving the way she responded, her breath coming faster, right up until the point she pushed me away.

“But not right now. Noah, you’re still healing.”

This was a common refrain, but it was one I was done listening to. I shoved the covers down to reveal my aching length, my cock twitching under her inspection. Or was it because she licked her lips enticingly at the sight of it? Yeah, my girl was burning, and I was right there with her.

“Sex releases endorphins,” I explained. “Nature’s painkillers, so?—”

“We can’t.” She primly gripped the blankets, ready to pull them back over me, but Millie would never win this fight. I might be in a weakened state, but not enough to not stop her. She took in the straining muscles of my arms, watched my abs pop, and then let go with a huff. “Well, we can’t, but you…”

I loved her kisses. I loved the way each one set my body alight as she peppered them across my stomach. I loved the way she gripped the root of my cock like it belonged to her, the slick cushion of her lips, but I’d have to resist, because this wasn’t what I needed.

“No, baby…” Millie pulled away abruptly, looking horrified, but that’s when I showed her just how healed I was. I picked her up and set her naked body across mine, the kiss of her cunt the thing I really needed. “Like this.”

“Your back…” She had good intentions, didn’t want to hurt me, so I stayed quiet about the ache in my back. It didn’t outstrip the one in my heart. It needed her, me, us, so I lifted her up with one hand and eased my cock inside her. “Oh, fuck…”

For just a second, I let her sit there, luxuriating in the feeling of our joining. Sometimes it felt like this was the moment when everything else fell away and the bond that throbbed between us came to the fore.

“I love you.” I told her that over and over. The accident, hospital, it made it impossible to forget. “Fuck, every day it hits me just how much.”

“Me too.” She moaned as she began to move, then snorted, her eyes flicking open. “That was manifestly inadequate.” The smile faded and her eyes stared into mine. “You, them, her.” She took my hand and placed it on the gentle swell of her stomach. “Us. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted. No.” I watched her shake her head. “No, I knew I wanted it. I just didn’t dare hope I could have it.”

“It’s because you had to reach out and take it, Millie girl.” I thrust up into her and she took over, setting a slow, torturously lovely rhythm. “Take me.”

“Yes…”

No more words could be said, because what we had to say to the other, it went beyond simple phrases. I needed to be a poet, a songwriter, to correctly express how I felt about Millie. Instead, I just focussed on this. Connecting with her over and over, even as we pulled apart at each stroke. But as we reached our peaks together, the gap between us collapsed.

She was rubbing against me, swallowing me in all that softness, right before her cunt clenched down on me. Sometimes it felt like she wrung the cum out of me, giving me no choice but to follow her down, but I would always go anywhere she needed gladly. I forced my eyes to stay open, to catch the way her cheeks coloured the pretty pink of a sunset, right up until the point she collapsed down on top of me.

“Tell me I’m not hurting you,” she mumbled into my chest.

“Never.” I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Not as long as I get to have you like this. Forever, Millie. When we’re all old and wrinkly and everyone’s joints are giving out, I still want this.”

Her head whipped up and she grinned at me.

“Even when my teeth are all gone and I can only give you gummy blowjobs?”

“Especially then.”

“Forever then.” Her head nestled back against my neck. “We’ll love each other forever.”

Was it the pain meds or the afterglow, I didn’t know, but I nodded as my eyes fell closed. Right now, that’s what this felt like. One long moment of ecstasy stretched out far beyond sex, beyond orgasm. Love was a fire that flickered between us, and it’d keep us safe and warm away from the cold of the world, and at that thought, I fell into sleep.